The Heelers Diaries

the fantasy world of ireland's greatest living poet

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Saturday, September 15, 2007

three moments

Lunch with Doctor Barn. Discussing some court case that is at present obsessing the media. Daktari is bemused by my attitude.
"I just don't think they did it," sez I quietly.
On impulse the brother reaches across the table and shakes my hand.
"Heelers," sez he, "if the world ever turns against me, I want you in my corner."

Afternoon on main street. My feminist cousin Pauline approaches.
"Are you okay?" quoth she.
"I am," quoth I.
And suddenly she hugged me.

Evening in the garden of my father.
A tortoise shell butterfly lands on a bush in front of me and settles there, wings shivering in rejoice.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

a challenge to poets

what are we who immortalise
steel and concrete vanities
of three words given we are one word
poets artists mathematicians
we have lost the courage
to feel without thinking
to think without gauging cost
come my lords
rally round the cross
with keats kavanagh and old cervantes
mystical romantic or heart broken
we'll shake the pillars of this concrete heaven

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

andante allegro